His last words before being attacked by his brothers with a bull tranquilizer gun…

Tim: *eyes red, eyelids drooping, skin pale as ash, drinking coffee with a straw* I am looking forward to hanging out at the hardware store and pestering the owner about the placement of the surveillance cameras.

Dick: *decides to move on from being Robin and become Nightwing* 

Bruce: Is there anything I can say?

Dick: You can give me your word that you’ll be just as hard on my successor as you were on me. 

Bruce: You have my word.

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Red Hood, upon hearing this anecdote: Why, that little piece of sh–